Intro and verse and chorus: Am Em F F/G Am 

young Mula, baby 
(Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see) 

{Lil Wayne} 

I wasn't born last night 
                         
I know these hoes ain't right 

But you was blowning up 
                
Her phone last night 
              
But she ain't have her ringer 
     
Nor her ring on last night, oh 

Nigga, that's that nerve 

Why give a bitch your heart 

When she rather have a purse? 

Why give a bitch your inch 

When she rather have nine? 

You know how the game goes 

She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh 

Nigga, that's that nerve 

You all about her, and she all about hers 

Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos 

And I done did everything but trust these hoes 

(CB fuck with me!) 

{Chris Brown} 
When a rich nigga want you 
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya 
These hoes ain't loyal 
These hoes ain't loyal 
Yeah, yeah, let me see 

Just got rich 
Took a broke nigga's bitch 
I can make a broke bitch rich 
But I don't fuck with broke bitches 

Got a white girl with some fake titties 
I took her to the bay with me 
Eyes closed smoking marijuana 
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta 
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk 
She wanna see a nigga trap 
She wanna fuck all the rappers 

When a rich nigga want you 
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya 
These hoes ain't loyal 
These hoes ain't loyal 
Yeah, yeah, let me see 

Black girl with a big booty 
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away) 
We up in this club 
Bring me the bottles 
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man 
That's a no-no girl 
All this money in the air 
I wanna see you dance 

Just got rich 
Took a broke nigga's bitch 
I can make a broke bitch rich 
But I don't fuck with broke bitches 

When a rich nigga want you 
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya 
These hoes ain't loyal 
These hoes ain't loyal 
Yeah, yeah, let me see 

{Tyga} 
Rich young nigga 
Name got bigger and my change got bigger 
So my chains got bigger 
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes 
With the top down screaming out, "money ain't a thing" 
Hah, me and CB in the bay with her 
Send her back home 
So you can lay with her 
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying 
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian 
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet 
Rose rolex, hoes on deck 
She know I got a check 
Do it too good when she ride that dick 
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no! 

{Chris Brown} 
Come on, come on, girl 
Why you fronting? 
Baby show me something 
When I call her, she gon' leave 
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat 
Come on, come on, girl 
Why you fronting? 
Baby show me something 
You done spent your bread on her 
And it's all for nothing 

When a rich nigga want you 
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya 
These hoes ain't loyal 
These hoes ain't loyal 
Yeah, yeah, let me see 

When a rich nigga want you 
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya 
These hoes ain't loyal 
These hoes ain't loyal 
Yeah, yeah, let me see 

These hoes ain't loyal